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Please feel free to bring Divine debates and ideas here, let's keep the gameplay thread about the world and in-character discussion. Although I don't mind earlier in character discussion here, think of it as a place before the creation of the world, this worlds astral plane before creation.
"What a wonderful place. Before it's even been created, I can already see it burning."
"there appear to be more deities springing up now a days"
BIC: "This place holds promise, we are going to have so much fun, well, I will at least."
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"A new place to bring light into, I see purpose in coming here."
"A place to feed and die upon, a place to start a new cycle of neverending growth. Yes..."
"It's home to me"
*heads out to check the fields and scarecrows
I've read through stuff, but I'm not entirely sure how this is going to work... hope it's as interesting as it sounds...
"It's home to me"
*heads out to check the fields and scarecrows
As they drift along the void, Omaz Almas glances down at the space that will be, "So very very young it will be. Yet, why are we here? I was at the end. All was done. How have I survived?"
Nyakushuur turns some of her eyes towards Omaz Almas. "There is no how or why, there is only life and death and rebirth and undeath." She devours a small part of her own, giving it unlife in the process. "I want to expand my senses, this nothingness is unfamiliar and not suited for my nature."
"I do not know you," Omaz Almas says, "But you are right..." He sniffs as if catching her scent, "And yet wrong. Still, we are agreed that the intangible is disquieting."
"This nothingness is so boring! Why can't there be something to destroy at least. All I ask for is a small civilization going under, or a war to start."
"This nothingness is so boring! Why can't there be something to destroy at least. All I ask for is a small civilization going under, or a war to start."
The essence of shadow and mischief chuckles, but keeps its metaphysical distance, "Oh you'll be a popular one. 'Behold mortals, I have made you to break you... now give us a hug'."
Karmesh gives Nyakushuur a stern look, but his burning gaze has no effect on her within the dislocated nothingness outside a world. "There is nothing right about this one," he says to Omaz Almas. "I sense death and darkness within her, which I won't tolerate within any realm under my light."
"You however," he turns his full attention to Omaz Almas, "are strong and tall and glorious. I think we are much alike."
Omaz Almas stares into the void as he responds to Karmesh, he seems thoughtful, "I was tied to the mountains and storms of my old world, and they to me. Strength and Glory were my mantle, crafted by the ages to fit upon my shoulders. But now those mountains would be no more. Those storms long snuffed out. I am not sure how I outlived them. It was not meant to be. I was called Omaz Almas, so call me that if you wish. I do not know what we have in common truly, you seem to seek purpose. I seek to be and understand that being. But I shall take it as a compliment with my thanks."
Belisous laughs at Dyrm's comment. "See why can't more gods be like you. The only reason mortals exist is to give us gods, and goddess something to do. Like wars, plagues, or genocide. Just thinking about it makes me want to burn something." With that Belisous's wings burn just a little bit brighter and she can't seem to wait for the start of this world.
Belisous laughs at Dyrm's comment. "See why can't more gods be like you. The only reason mortals exist is to give us gods, and goddess something to do. Like wars, plagues, or genocide. Just thinking about it makes me want to burn something." With that Belisous's wings burn just a little bit brighter and she can't seem to wait for the start of this world.
"OOooo... I think you play a bit rough for my tastes, dread lady," A smirk plays along the mask that is Dyrm's face, "Mortals can provide a great deal of fun in softer areas too. But yes, they can be great fun. I regret there are no mortals here to play with... yet."
"I too long for mortal flesh to consume, to resurrect, to feast upon, to grow upon..." Nyakushuur sighs with a gurgling sound.
"I too long for mortal flesh to consume, to resurrect, to feast upon, to grow upon..." Nyakushuur sighs with a gurgling sound.
"The ladies in the group seem a rather ravenous lot," Dyrm observes.
Yeah, we need Atresse as a counter-balance :)
A pair of divine lights grow in the vast void. They resolve into a pair of deities, similar yet bearing some differences. The brighter of the two begins to speak, "We are not all so hungry. I wish for a place where mortals can grow in peace. As for my brother..."
"Mortals can devise things even the gods fail to invent," the other deity continues. "If we nurture their ability with stable civilization, the gods also profit."
"You speak words of wisdom," Karmesh responds. "Let us be the guiding light in the sky for a new genesis of mortals, to fulfill our purpose and to bring union and glory to this world."
Dyrm notices Atresse, and how she seems very different from the other goddesses, not that two darker ones were THAT much alike really,"Variety abounds. Excellent"
"Mortals worship gives us strength, without their worship we fade away. So play nice with these frail beings"
"Mortals worship gives us strength, without their worship we fade away. So play nice with these frail beings"
"Worship equals power? Is that how it will work? How curious. I suppose I could offer them free ale with every prayer...
blast, I shall have to create Ale."
"Stability is not the path of creation, conflict and hardship forge the greatest of creation. There is a balance here."
Pyreous speaks mostly to himself. Seeming satisfied with the "companions" presented.
The Lord of Undeath raises his good eye to look at the others. Only a fool would wish for mortal servants. Those that never feed, never sleep... Never die... Are so much more effective. He looks at each god in turn, saying them to contradict him.
"Must we taint this upcoming world with such abominations?" Omaz Almas grumbles in a voice like thunder rolling off hills.
"Yes, yes we must. Especially if some of us are only going to focus on helping. There must be a counterbalance to those gods, and undead sound like part of the solution."
"Well, mindless undead servants may not feed, sleep, or die, but they also don't tend to laugh, or play. If you're going to seed undead along the world, give some of them personality, eh?" Dyrm chuckles.
Omaz Almas grumbles, "Just keep them away from my mountains and valleys to be."
Eyero laughs in return. But of course, Great Masked One. I don't have time to tell all of my servants what to do--That would defeat their purpose.
Turning to Almas, The undead are not abominations. Not any more than any other race of free-willed creatures. That they use the bodies of deceased beings does not mean anything other than that they recycle what nature has given them--Just as certain animals will take the discarded shells of other animals to use as their own. Why, the undead aren't even parasites! They do nothing to harm the creature they inhabit; so do not condemn them as unnatural or wicked. They just are.
"And when your undead flood the land and kill innocent mortals?" The radiant goddess says, her eyes opening and flooding the primordial void with sunlight. "What then? Will you still defend them, or is that what you crave!?!" Atresse is nearly shouting by the end, her entire body glowing with gold and silver light.
"Be calm, dear sister," Zurakar interjects. "We command the two facets of magic. We can protect our creations when the time comes." With that, he turns to the one eyed being and says, "I trust you will keep your twisted magic away from our realm, or we will be forced to show you what true magic is. We wish only peace and prosperity for mortals..."
Atresse begins to speak, finishing her brother's sentence, "... but if you force us, we will destroy your creations to protect ours." Her eyes are once again closed, her emotions calmed.
"Destruction is part of creation, and of life" Nyakushuur adds. "This other once who has the dark touch knows only death and undeath, and I shall consume his servants to bring forth life again, for it all belongs to my realm."
"I can see the use for undead, I can even understand they may have a practical use, but if someone has not finished their journey on the planet and they are used as fuel for an undead army there may be some issue. Mindless undead do not create, or innovate. They do not actively tell and create their own story. They may affect other mortals stories but do not inspire a story of their own accord. Most undead I have encountered were used for some unsavory ends."
"I know what Undead are, at least were on the world I once dwelled. I doubt the undead on this world will be any purer. So I stand by what I said. For now though, I suppose it is moot. We focus on the beings, neglecting the shape of the world itself. There will be mountains to raise, forests to sprinkle upon the surface, and rivers to craft. Whatever beings come to be, they are not the end all and be all... they will need a nature to live in," Omaz Almas stares at the void as if trying to will it into the shape of land and seas.
"Why don't you create the first undead, and make them pure then? No reason to follow the rules of your old world. In fact why not destroy every archetype."
Omaz Almas frowns at Belisous' comment, "Now you ask ME to change beyond my own cycle. I may have been ripped from my old one, and it had its seasons, each season only in its time... Still, I will consider what you say. I doubt I will create undead, or even many peoples period compared to some of you." I was among the first. I may have been the last before I was torn away. I am what I am, else I am nothing. Yet...when I bind to a new cycle, what will it do to me? To any and all of us? In the old world many came to me, drawn by my power, but they were mine only then. Maybe I should craft people after all. We'll see.
The Necromancer listens patiently to the Twins, then shrugs slightly. War is a tool to correct those servants who do not do as they are told, just as volcanoes and floods and whirlwinds. War is merely the tool I prefer.